Chyrel'Dalis
Tiefling
Chaotic Neutral
Rogue-Transmuter
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The tiefling girl Chyrel'Dalis both was and was not an orphan, for she grew up without her parents, but in the care of her much older brothers Jakk', Seth', and Haer'Dalis, who raised their kid sister in a loving, if unconventional, manner. The three bardic brothers ran the Random Rogues, an eclectic "troupe" of canny characters, each varying degrees of scoundrel and entertainer, based out of "the house that Jakk built": the Bohemian Rhapsody, a multi-story inn/tavern/theater/casino/brothel/residence located in the pumping heart of the Sigil.
Chyrel was helping her brothers run the operation as soon as she could walk, and grew up around actors and acrobats, bartenders, bouncers, and burglars, card-sharks, comedians, courtesans, and cutpurses, magicians and merchants, smugglers, strippers, and swindlers. Curious and quick-minded, she was learning all sorts of tricks of their trades and fast becoming a wily little rogue and a silver-tongued lass, and even picked up a cantrip or two, all of which her brothers gleefully encouraged.
Many of the other Random Rogues were also siblings of Chyrel, and with the nature of her upbringing, it was pretty quick she got to wondering just where they'd all come from. So her eldest brothers sat her down and told her about their mother Eave'Dalis. Long, long ago, she had been a young, lowly rogue herself growing up in the City of Doors, but had worked her way up (remember, her brothers would tell her, direction is all relative in the multiverse) to a courtesan who granted her company to some of the most illustrious, powerful, or mysterious folk in all the Lower Planes, rumoredly including the eternal villain Tyranthraxus, the demon prince Demogorgon, the Lady of Pain herself, and even gods like Bane, Myrkul, Mask, and Bhaal. Apparently she didn't have the time or the inclination to raise her own many children, and would leave one (or several) now and again in the care of her first three sons. Some of the children still lived or worked at, or at least frequented, the Rhapsody, some showed up once in a three blue moons, and some had not been seen since leaving the original three brothers' care.
Jakk the Jester, the eldest, had grown up centuries ago a true orphan, left as a newborn with the legendary, interplanar, but now-long-disbanded Chaos Circus, becoming a swashbuckling clown and "Jakk of all trades". He was one day suddenly visited by his mother Eave and given ample money to buy a plot in Sigil and build and run the Rhapsody, and none too soon had she given him baby Seth as well, who became a bard like his brother, though he preferred epic tales to comic gimmicks and was thus nicknamed the Skald. Haer had arrived a few years later, and he too was performing as soon as he could walk and talk, and quickly took a liking to emulating dashing, womanizing heroes both living and legendary, and the sword-spinning seducer beknighted himself the Blade. Many, many years and 'Dalis children later, Chyrel herself had arrived.
And so, with her carefree brothers watching over her with an extremely loose hand, so to speak, she grew into an alluring and crafty young tiefling woman, with a delicate, deft, desirable, and deadly body suiting her profession, a shimmering, outrageous waterfall of blinding orange hair, and acute eyes and ears on an elegant and deceptively innocent face. Though surrounded by her attentive eldest three brothers, many of their other beloved siblings, an endless cast of other unique characters, and wonders from across all known existence, and living a fast, risque lifestyle in the heart of the multiverse's nexus, Chyrel often found herself feeling paradoxically alone.
It wasn't long before she was making romps about the Sigil and occasionally other planes, sometimes with her brothers but usually alone, snatching purses, jimmying strongboxes, or just poking her ever-curious tiny nose around. Her portal-hopping heritage and her brothers' philosophies on physical reality began to refine her idle curiosity of arcana into a budding interest in alteration magic, and sneaking into a wizard-apprentice talent show once, she met another tiefling girl who would soon become her closest (only close) friend.
This was the orphaned necromancess Chamilienne, whom she first saw performing a feat involving reanimating a dead dogoat (a hellish canine-goat hybrid that will bark at almost anything and then eat it) and making it do tricks. United by mutual loneliness as well as their inherent chemistry, the girls quickly became best friends and spent much of their time together, tinkering with materials or magic, exploring the city and the planes, and playing practical jokes on various individuals. When "Chami" finished her apprenticeship, she agreed to move to the Rhapsody as Chyrel's roommate, and as a Random Rogue helped her brothers appraise enchanted loot that they and the other Rogues "recovered."
Chami soon took an apparently reciprocated liking to Haer, and Chyrel cautioned her dear friend about her brother's unpredictable nature, but had to stand back while they careened ahead with an absorbing affair. Chyrel found herself feeling lonelier than ever, and took solitary, introspective sojourns around the multiverse while her friend and brother went on extravagant, romantic vacations, or even just disappeared into Haer's room together with a stash of black lotus and other goodies, to remain unseen (yet heard and smelled) for days at a time. Chyrel felt a guilty (but anticipated) relief when her brother dropped Chami like a holy potato, and in fact, after purportedly being attacked by the enraged necromancess, fled and disappeared for quite awhile.
Chyrel's heart sank into her small feet, however, when Jakk and Seth banished Chami from the Rogues and the Rhapsody, and her anguished pleadings before her usually kind and generous brothers fell on four deaf (if extensively pierced) ears. Fearful of losing her soulmate forever, Chyrel caught Chami before she left, and agreed to join her in whatever else might lie ahead. She placated her fuming, heartbroken friend by expressing shared ire at her brothers and proposing a vacation of their own to Neverwinter in the Prime.
After several blissful weeks of frolicking through the city's famous gardens, scouring its varied (by Prime standards) array of shops, and moonbathing on the beaches, it was there that the girls heard about the troubles in the north of Faerun and the call for mercenaries of all stripes. They went north to Chami's hometown of Luskan to set sail, under the shadow of the awed and feared Hosttower of the Arcane, where Chami had been raised, where her mother had been murdered, and where the thusly-responsible crony of her brutal high captain stepfather (now dead but succeeded by his even more ruthless son) now reigned supreme. When Chami grasped her hand and declared with an angry hiss that once they had become the most powerful necromancess and transmutress in the worlds that they would rid the city of the warlocks and warlords and then they and they alone would rule the Hosttower and Luskan together, Chyrel only smiled.
Tiefling
Chaotic Neutral
Rogue-Transmuter
Portrait at
The tiefling girl Chyrel'Dalis both was and was not an orphan, for she grew up without her parents, but in the care of her much older brothers Jakk', Seth', and Haer'Dalis, who raised their kid sister in a loving, if unconventional, manner. The three bardic brothers ran the Random Rogues, an eclectic "troupe" of canny characters, each varying degrees of scoundrel and entertainer, based out of "the house that Jakk built": the Bohemian Rhapsody, a multi-story inn/tavern/theater/casino/brothel/residence located in the pumping heart of the Sigil.
Chyrel was helping her brothers run the operation as soon as she could walk, and grew up around actors and acrobats, bartenders, bouncers, and burglars, card-sharks, comedians, courtesans, and cutpurses, magicians and merchants, smugglers, strippers, and swindlers. Curious and quick-minded, she was learning all sorts of tricks of their trades and fast becoming a wily little rogue and a silver-tongued lass, and even picked up a cantrip or two, all of which her brothers gleefully encouraged.
Many of the other Random Rogues were also siblings of Chyrel, and with the nature of her upbringing, it was pretty quick she got to wondering just where they'd all come from. So her eldest brothers sat her down and told her about their mother Eave'Dalis. Long, long ago, she had been a young, lowly rogue herself growing up in the City of Doors, but had worked her way up (remember, her brothers would tell her, direction is all relative in the multiverse) to a courtesan who granted her company to some of the most illustrious, powerful, or mysterious folk in all the Lower Planes, rumoredly including the eternal villain Tyranthraxus, the demon prince Demogorgon, the Lady of Pain herself, and even gods like Bane, Myrkul, Mask, and Bhaal. Apparently she didn't have the time or the inclination to raise her own many children, and would leave one (or several) now and again in the care of her first three sons. Some of the children still lived or worked at, or at least frequented, the Rhapsody, some showed up once in a three blue moons, and some had not been seen since leaving the original three brothers' care.
Jakk the Jester, the eldest, had grown up centuries ago a true orphan, left as a newborn with the legendary, interplanar, but now-long-disbanded Chaos Circus, becoming a swashbuckling clown and "Jakk of all trades". He was one day suddenly visited by his mother Eave and given ample money to buy a plot in Sigil and build and run the Rhapsody, and none too soon had she given him baby Seth as well, who became a bard like his brother, though he preferred epic tales to comic gimmicks and was thus nicknamed the Skald. Haer had arrived a few years later, and he too was performing as soon as he could walk and talk, and quickly took a liking to emulating dashing, womanizing heroes both living and legendary, and the sword-spinning seducer beknighted himself the Blade. Many, many years and 'Dalis children later, Chyrel herself had arrived.
And so, with her carefree brothers watching over her with an extremely loose hand, so to speak, she grew into an alluring and crafty young tiefling woman, with a delicate, deft, desirable, and deadly body suiting her profession, a shimmering, outrageous waterfall of blinding orange hair, and acute eyes and ears on an elegant and deceptively innocent face. Though surrounded by her attentive eldest three brothers, many of their other beloved siblings, an endless cast of other unique characters, and wonders from across all known existence, and living a fast, risque lifestyle in the heart of the multiverse's nexus, Chyrel often found herself feeling paradoxically alone.
It wasn't long before she was making romps about the Sigil and occasionally other planes, sometimes with her brothers but usually alone, snatching purses, jimmying strongboxes, or just poking her ever-curious tiny nose around. Her portal-hopping heritage and her brothers' philosophies on physical reality began to refine her idle curiosity of arcana into a budding interest in alteration magic, and sneaking into a wizard-apprentice talent show once, she met another tiefling girl who would soon become her closest (only close) friend.
This was the orphaned necromancess Chamilienne, whom she first saw performing a feat involving reanimating a dead dogoat (a hellish canine-goat hybrid that will bark at almost anything and then eat it) and making it do tricks. United by mutual loneliness as well as their inherent chemistry, the girls quickly became best friends and spent much of their time together, tinkering with materials or magic, exploring the city and the planes, and playing practical jokes on various individuals. When "Chami" finished her apprenticeship, she agreed to move to the Rhapsody as Chyrel's roommate, and as a Random Rogue helped her brothers appraise enchanted loot that they and the other Rogues "recovered."
Chami soon took an apparently reciprocated liking to Haer, and Chyrel cautioned her dear friend about her brother's unpredictable nature, but had to stand back while they careened ahead with an absorbing affair. Chyrel found herself feeling lonelier than ever, and took solitary, introspective sojourns around the multiverse while her friend and brother went on extravagant, romantic vacations, or even just disappeared into Haer's room together with a stash of black lotus and other goodies, to remain unseen (yet heard and smelled) for days at a time. Chyrel felt a guilty (but anticipated) relief when her brother dropped Chami like a holy potato, and in fact, after purportedly being attacked by the enraged necromancess, fled and disappeared for quite awhile.
Chyrel's heart sank into her small feet, however, when Jakk and Seth banished Chami from the Rogues and the Rhapsody, and her anguished pleadings before her usually kind and generous brothers fell on four deaf (if extensively pierced) ears. Fearful of losing her soulmate forever, Chyrel caught Chami before she left, and agreed to join her in whatever else might lie ahead. She placated her fuming, heartbroken friend by expressing shared ire at her brothers and proposing a vacation of their own to Neverwinter in the Prime.
After several blissful weeks of frolicking through the city's famous gardens, scouring its varied (by Prime standards) array of shops, and moonbathing on the beaches, it was there that the girls heard about the troubles in the north of Faerun and the call for mercenaries of all stripes. They went north to Chami's hometown of Luskan to set sail, under the shadow of the awed and feared Hosttower of the Arcane, where Chami had been raised, where her mother had been murdered, and where the thusly-responsible crony of her brutal high captain stepfather (now dead but succeeded by his even more ruthless son) now reigned supreme. When Chami grasped her hand and declared with an angry hiss that once they had become the most powerful necromancess and transmutress in the worlds that they would rid the city of the warlocks and warlords and then they and they alone would rule the Hosttower and Luskan together, Chyrel only smiled.